Épisode Quand la magie opère S11E19 - Chicago Fire Saison 11

Street

Gallo: Lacey, it's Blake. It's Blake. Can you hear me? Hey! Hey, you two, help him out! Come on! Come on.

Man: Screw this!

Gallo: Hey, don't let him leave! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, you gotta sit down. Hey, Lacey. Lacey, stay with me... Okay... Lacey. Lacey, it's Blake. Lacey. Lacey. Come on! Over here! Come on! Obvious fracture, left arm. She's unresponsive with lacerations to the forehead. Pulse is weak and rapid.

Paramedic 1: You a doctor?

Gallo: Firefighter. You better roll an engine out here.

Paramedic 1: 76 to Main, we need an engine.

Dispatch: Copy, 76.

Paramedic 2: Okay. Okay, we got it. Let's go!

Gallo: Give me that blanket.

Paramedic 1: I got her.

Gallo: All right, on me. One, two, three. All right, I got this. I got this. You get ready to go.

Paramedic 2: Copy.

Paramedic 1: Thanks. We got it from here.

Gallo: No, I'm coming with. She's my aunt. Thank you.

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Ambulance

Paramedic 1: Run the fluids wide.

Gallo: Copy.

Paramedic 1: Any medical history I should know about? Allergic to anything?

Gallo: I'm not sure.

Paramedic 1: Is she on any medications?

Gallo: Not that I know of. She's been drinking.

Paramedic 1: Yeah, I picked up on that.

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Chicago med: ER

Doctor: Who do we have here?

Paramedic 1: 40-year-old female. MVA with head trauma. Obvious fracture, left arm.

Doctor: Her name is Lacey Hoffman.

Paramedic 1: Nephew, CFD. Found her on the scene.

Doctor: Let's get her in trauma three... On me. One, two, three... Check her vitals, please.

Nurse: Okay, you got it.

Gallo: Come on.

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Firehouse: locker room

Ritter: He is so concerned about his aunt that he forgot that he left his car on the side of the road with the keys in it.

Violet: I don't think he forgot. He just didn't care. He wasn't gonna leave the hospital until his aunt was out of surgery.

Kidd: But she's gonna be okay?

Violet: I don't know. He left when she was still sedated.

Brett: I hope he gets some rest too, poor guy.

Kidd: Oh, he won't. He insisted on coming into shift.

Violet: I'm sure he needs a distraction.

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Street

Carver: You good?

Gallo: Yeah, I'm just spacing out.

Carver: I heard about your aunt. Is she gonna be okay?

Gallo: She was stable last I checked, so that's good.

Carver: Was she the one behind the wheel?

Gallo: No, some random who picked her up at the bar. The guy had a suspended license, blood alcohol level twice the legal limit. Walks away with cuts and bruises.

Carver: Always the ones at fault who don't get hurt.

Gallo: I was pretty angry with her the last time we spoke. I shouldn't have said what I said.

Carver: Why not? You think this is on you? Her falling off the wagon?

Gallo: She was doing pretty good up to that point.

Carver: She's perfectly capable of screwing up her life without any help from you. She's proven that much.

Gallo: Mm.

Carver: You had every right to say what you said.

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Firehouse: hallway

Brett: Dylan? What are you doing here?

Dylan: I'm in trouble.

Brett: Uh-oh.

Dylan: Yeah. And my mother always said, if I'm in trouble, run down to the firehouse and ask for help.

Brett: Sounds serious. Are you hurt?

Violet: Okay, if you guys are about to play doctor, please leave me out of it.

Dylan: As fun as that sounds, here's the actual thing. My brother is making me ditch all my responsibilities and go to Vegas for the weekend.

Brett: Oh, "making" you.

Dylan: He's my big brother. That's how it works, you know?

Brett: Of course. So what do you need? You want me to run your bar for a couple of days? Play left wing on your rec league?

Dylan: No, way more fun. You're gonna love this. I'm booked to do a magic show at the hospital on Saturday.

Brett: And you want me to cancel it for you?

Dylan: No, I need you to be my understudy.

Brett: Oh, that's bad idea.

Dylan: Oh, come on. You'd be great at it. The kids love you.

Brett: I'm not a magician.

Dylan: Neither am I. Look.

Brett: Oh, you came prepared.

Dylan: Everything you need to be a magician is in here. You have instruction books, props, flash paper, silk streamers, top hat.

Brett: Oh. Dylan, I don't know.

Dylan: Why not? You already know how all the tricks work. I mean, if I can do it, you sure can. You perform actual miracles every day on the job. Come on. What do you say? Sylvie, it's for the children.

Brett: Oh, fine.

Dylan: Okay. Great. You're not gonna regret this. Once you get a taste of the limelight...

Dispatch: Ambo 61. Squad 3.

Dylan: I'll leave all this here for you. You're gonna kill this.

Dispatch:Truck 81. Structure fire. 2958 West Pershing Road.

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Street

Boden: That smoke looks nasty.

Herrmann: Yeah.

Woman: My neighbor, Rita, she's still inside. I heard an explosion. Then the whole building shook.

Boden: Okay, ma'am. Go with this lady. Okay, it looks like we got possible residents on the second floor. But this industrial supply company, I've cited them multiple times for improperly storing ammoniated compounds, so... Okay, we need to clear those apartments before there's another blast.

Kidd: Copy, Chief.

Boden: Truck, Squad, rapid primary search on the second floor. No lingering. Herrmann, I want two lines out there. Hold that fire back.

Herrmann: You got it, Chief.

Cruz: All right, Tony, find those utilities. Capp, you're with me.

Kidd: Mouch, raise the aerial. Carver, Gallo, let's go.

Carver: Copy.

Gallo: Copy.

Boden: 226 to Main, emergency. Start in a still and box alarm. Hazmat level one. Come on, let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Kidd: Come on!

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Building

Cruz: All right, Squad is gonna take the third floor. Truck, you take two.

Kidd: Copy. In and out, like Chief said... All right, Carver, head back and clear the corner unit.

Carver: Copy that, Lieutenant.

Kidd: Gallo, you and me will take these apartments.

Gallo: Copy.

Kidd: Stay low! Fire department! Call out! Gallo! Check the bedroom.

Gallo: Copy... The bedroom's clear, Lieutenant.

Kidd: Hey. What's wrong?

Gallo: I'm... I'm itching all over. My arms are burning.

Kidd: I feel it too. Chief, the smoke is bad. There's some kind of a corrosive substance in the air.

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Street

Cruz: Same story here, Chief. Our skin's on fire.

Boden: Squad 3, Truck 81, evacuate immediately.

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Building

Carver: Fire department! Call out! I have a victim. Coming out now... Hey, take it easy. I got you.

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Street

Herrmann: Okay, Chief.

Boden: Hey. Stand by for decon duties.

Herrmann: All right.

Singleton: Chief Boden.

Boden: Yep.

Singleton: What's the situation?

Boden: Multiple explosions on the street level. Possible hydrogen gas. But could be muriatic acid from the supply store reacting with metal shavings from this machine shop.

Singleton: Copy that, Chief. We'll handle it.

Boden: Good.

Herrmann: Hey, make way... You good?

Boden: Squad, Truck, return to quarters. Shower and change.

Kidd: Hey. What happened to your mask?

Carver: She knocked it off.

Brett: All right. We need to intubate her now.

Kidd: Hey, you okay? Carver! Hey!

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Chicago Med: ER

Kidd: Sam Carver, firefighter. Came in about 30 minutes ago.

Nurse: Yeah, trauma four.

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Chicago Med: trauma four

Doctor: Lean forward for me... Friends?

Carver: Family.

Kidd: How's he doing?

Doctor: Not bad, considering. His bronchial linings took a hit from the chemicals he inhaled, but there's no fluid. And his oxygen saturation is solid.

Mouch: Well, that's... Good?

Doctor: It is. But we're gonna keep him overnight just to be safe.

Kidd: Any word on the victim he came in with?

Doctor: She didn't fare as well. Her lungs took a hit. We had to put her on a ventilator.

Kidd: All right, we're gonna get out of your hair and let you rest. You take it easy.

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Chicago Med: ER

Gallo: Um... Lieutenant, can I check on Lacey?

Kidd: Oh of course. Go! We'll wait for you.

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Chicago Med: Lacey's room

Gallo: You're awake.

Lacey: Look at you in your uniform.

Gallo: Oh, uh, how are you feeling?

Lacey: I'm okay... Dr. Charles told me you're the one that found me in the car after the crash. He said if it wasn't for you...

Gallo: The ambulance got there pretty quickly, and took over, so...

Lacey: Well, I'm glad you were there... Blake, I'm really sorry about all of this. The accident, the weird drunk texts, and... Anyway, now you know what you've been missing all these years.

Gallo: Hmm.

Lacey: I wish your mom could see you. She would be so proud.

Gallo: I'm... I'm actually still on shift, and my lieutenant's waiting for me downstairs.

Lacey: Oh, yeah. Of course.

Gallo: I'll stop by when I'm off.

Lacey: Okay.

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Chicago Med: hallway

Daniel Charles: Hey, Blake. You got a second to talk about your aunt?

Gallo: Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Daniel Charles: So they have her on a peripheral nerve blocker to deal with the post-operative pain instead of an opiate. But when she leaves the hospital, she's gonna be in a considerable amount of discomfort.

Gallo: And there's nothing you can prescribe?

Daniel Charles: There's plenty I could prescribe, but, you know, she's concerned about her sobriety, so she wants to tough out the pain.

Gallo: Well, that seems a little counterproductive. Don't you think?

Daniel Charles: Pretty common response from people in recovery.

Gallo: I just... I don't want her to suffer any more than she has to.

Daniel Charles: Well, there is another option, all right? You might ask her if she would be comfortable with you dispensing the prescription medications. You know, you're her nephew. You're a trained medic. It's a pretty common workaround. So, you know, just give it a think, all right? 'Cause she's got a tough road ahead of her.

Gallo: Okay. Thank you.

Daniel Charles: You bet.

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Director Valencia's office

Boden: I wrote them up at least twice back when I was a battalion chief, but they are still storing massive quantities of hazardous material in a residential building. I'm here to find out why.

Valencia: Chief, I get that you're mad about this. And if you did report them, I assure you, we followed up.

Boden: Then why are they still at it?

Valencia: I don't know. But we take every violation seriously.

Boden: If that were the case, I wouldn't have a firefighter and a victim in the hospital with chemical burns right now.

Valencia: Hell, I... I'm sorry, Chief... Are they gonna be okay?

Boden: God willing. But we wouldn't be asking this question if you'd have done your job.

Valencia: I'll get to the bottom of it. What's that address?

Boden: 3958 South Pershing. Loomis Industrial Supply... What is it? You know the place? Look, Director Valencia. I'm not leaving your office without answers.

Valencia: Okay... But you gotta close the door.

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Firehouse: garage

Brett: Okay, this one's a little simpler. Upside-down water bottle trick. What do you think?

Violet: Simple, but messy.

Brett: Well, then I have nothing. I can't find one trick that I can learn by Saturday.

Violet: You did the floating card one earlier.

Brett: The card never levitated. Of all the weekends Dylan's brother could have dragged him out of town.

Violet: FaceTime him and have him walk you through one.

Brett: I don't want to interrupt him on his trip. Plus, we could use the space.

Violet: What? You guys seem great together.

Brett: We do, but I'm still kind of finding my footing after Hurricane Matt blew in through town without warning... Hey, how's Carver?

Kidd: Oh, he's fine, the faker. Minor burn of the trachea.

Violet: Ouch.

Kidd: Mm, Brett, you got a sec?

Brett: Sure.

Gallo: Hey, I talked to Dr. Charles at Med, and he said Lacey's not accepting anything stronger than ibuprofen.

Violet: Sobriety concerns?

Gallo: Yeah.

Violet: Brett and I run into this a lot actually.

Gallo: I figured. Any advice?

Violet: Best thing you can do is come up with a treatment plan with her. Given those injuries, that acute post-surgical pain is gonna kick her ass.

Gallo: Yeah.

Violet: Maybe you should talk to her, let her know you're there to support her... Look, either she's gonna have to suffer through the pain or she's gonna take the meds and wrestle with her addiction. Either way, she's gonna need help.

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Firehouse: common room

Brett: Okay, uh, just pick a card. Yeah... Okay. Okay, now put it back in the deck. Okay, and everyone can see that Cruz's card is completely lost in the deck, right?

All: Yes.

Herrmann: Oh, yeah.

Brett: Okay, so... Okay. Yeah, okay... Ah. Was your card the ten of hearts?

Cruz: No.

Brett: Shoot.

Mouch: Hey, Chief, how'd it go downtown?

Boden: Not good. What's the word on Carver?

Kidd: Looks like he's gonna be okay. Little damage to the throat, but not enough to keep him quiet.

Ritter: Ha!

Kidd: What happened? You read them the riot act?

Boden: Yeah, not that it did me any good. That chemical company has got a guardian angel somewhere... Every time they get caught in a violation, the investigating agency gets pushback from someone up the food chain.

Herrmann: Well, that's disgusting.

Cruz: Well, what do we do to find this guardian angel?

Boden: The company supplies pool cleaning chemicals to the city, so it's probably someone involved with city contracts. But whoever it is must have some real juice. Valencia thinks it goes all the way up to the city treasurer, but I don't know.

Ritter: The treasurer as in Don Ramsey?

Boden: Yep, but I don't buy it. Ramsey seems like a decent enough guy, right?

Ritter: Chief, there's something I gotta tell you.

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Firehouse: Boden's office

Ritter: The fire was hardly anything. We never even had to stretch a hose. But after, in my sweep of the building, I came across Don Ramsey hiding in a closet with a woman who was not his wife, and they were both half-dressed.

Herrmann: Hang on. Are you talking about the artist lady? 'Cause you told me that you didn't get the name of the guy that you saw her with.

Ritter: Which was technically true. I didn't realize who he was until later. But the point is, he was scared I was gonna rat him out, so he started keeping tabs on me, making all kinds of threats.

Boden: What kind of threats?

Ritter: My job, my lieutenant's job... He said he'd come after the whole firehouse.

Boden: And you decided to take the fate of this firehouse into your own hands?

Ritter: It just felt like something I had to handle one on one, so I did.

Boden: You shouldn't have kept me in the dark... And you don't ever lie to your lieutenant.

Ritter: It wasn't my intention to... I was just trying not to make waves for Lieutenant Herrmann. He and Cindy were in the thick of it, and I just didn't want to add to his stress.

Boden: Continue.

Ritter: Anyway, in the course of that whole mess, I got a real unvarnished look at Don Ramsey... He's a sketchy dude. A liar, a cheat. Perfectly willing to use the powers of his office in a personal vendetta. The guy basically stalked me using his connections to the CFD.

Kidd: So he's more than willing to use his position for personal gain. That could include payouts.

Boden: Ramsey has gotten a lot of ink for how he's managed to turn the city's finances around. Maybe the secret to his success is giving out illicit contracts to shady companies who cut corners, like Loomis Industrial Supply.

Herrmann: He's the city treasurer, Chief. I mean, how do you go after a guy like that head-on?

Kidd: Well, maybe we need to move this up the chain. DC Hill is a good place to start. She is a political animal, but she knows right from wrong.

Boden: Kylie! Call DC Hill's office. See how fast you can get a meeting on the books.

Kylie: I'm on it, Chief.

Boden: All right... Okay.

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Firehouse: bullpen

Ritter: Hey... I'm really sorry, Lieutenant.

Herrmann: I appreciate you keeping an eye out for me, Ritter, but you don't have to protect me from bad news. I can handle it.

Ritter: It won't happen again.

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Firehouse: locker room

Brett: Was your card the ten of diamonds?

Gallo: Almost. Eight of hearts... Also, you're dropping cards all over the firehouse.

Brett: Oh... Hey, Capp. Oh, come on. Just let me try it on you one more time.

Violet: I blame myself. I encouraged her.

Gallo: Those poor kids. That show is gonna blow. Hey, thank you for yesterday. I think I know a way that I can support her, but I could use your help.

Violet: Yeah, whatever you need.

Gallo: Cool.

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CFD: DC Hill's office

Boden: I've been asking around to some of the folks who worked with Ramsey when he was with the CFD. The more I learn about the man, the more certain I am that it has to be him. I'm just asking you, what's the best approach here?

DC Hill: If I were you, I'd file an anonymous complaint with the inspector general's office. Then I'd go back to my district and forget the whole thing.

Boden: An anonymous complaint won't move the needle. If Don Ramsey is responsible for those illegally stored chemicals, he has to answer for it.

DC Hill: If he's responsible. But you have no concrete proof of that.

Boden: That's why we need an investigation to find proof.

DC Hill: We're talking about one of the most powerful people in Chicago. A man who could bust us both down to battalion chief with a single phone call. And that's if he wants to go easy on us. Chief, without any hard evidence, you got nothing.

Boden: So I'm supposed to just... Forget about it?

DC Hill: You don't take a shot at the king unless you can kill him.

Boden: Mm.

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Street

Mouch: Joyce is looking pretty good, don't you think? Maybe we bump her down to biweekly visits.

Brett: I am never gonna land this, am I? I could have sworn she had the five of spades.

Mouch: Hey, she has early-onset dementia. She probably didn't remember what her card even was.

Brett: I can't believe I agreed to do this.

Mouch: It's the clap. You're missing the clap.

Brett: The clap? What's that?

Mouch: This... Is an abomination to magic... Now on three, clap. One, two, three... I distracted you when you clapped your hands. It's the secret sauce to the trick. That one, you get for free.

Brett: Oh, Mouch, you have to help me on Saturday. These kids are gonna eat me alive.

Mouch: Toughest crowds are kids, Brett.

Brett: No, please. Please, don't make me beg.

Mouch: Fine. But learn the basics first. Number one: there's no such thing as magic. Just illusion.

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Gallo's apartment

Gallo: The flower is a nice touch.

Violet: Thanks. I guess all those hours of HGTV didn't go to waste after all. It's nice of you to give up your bed for Lacey. It sure beats recovering at a hotel.

Gallo: We'll see. I mean, I haven't had a chance to run it by her yet.

Violet: Post-op recovery is no joke. She's very lucky you're doing this for her.

Gallo: Yeah.

Violet: Hey, what's that look about?

Gallo: It doesn't take a psychiatrist to know why I'm in this line of work. I pretty much spent my whole life trying to go back and save my sister.

Violet: Aw, Blake.

Gallo: No, it's delusional. I know. I can't help it, but... The other night, when I pulled Lacey out of that car, that was the first save I've ever felt, like, even just a little bit of, like, redemption... So I'm not sure if I'm doing this for her or if it's for me.

Violet: It doesn't matter why you're doing it. This is a kindness that could change the whole trajectory of her life... Come on. Let's clear out all the booze.

Gallo: We're gonna need a bigger box.

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Manny's

Boden: Um, my wife ordered online. Name's Boden.

Waitress: One second.

Don Ramsey: Boden, as in Wallace Boden? Don Ramsey. We met a few years back at one CFD event or another.

Boden: Yeah, sure. Do you, uh... You live around here?

Don Ramsey: No, but I'll always go out of my way for Manny's. Hey, you're at Firehouse 51 still, right? I heard one of your guys got hurt yesterday. Not too bad, I hope.

Boden: He's recovering.

Don Ramsey: Good. Good. My days with the CFD are behind me, but I'll always have a soft spot for our firefighters.

Boden: Mm.

Don Ramsey: I know that might sound insincere given all the recent budget cuts. But hey, now that we're making our numbers, I could probably loosen the purse strings and find some extra funding for your district. If that would help.

Waitress: Here you go.

Boden: Ah, thank you. Um, you know, I got bigger concerns than budget cuts, like the fact that someone in city government is skirting regulations and putting firefighters at risk... I'm gonna take them down... Enjoy your meal, Mr. Treasurer.

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Chicago Med: Lacey's room

Lacey: You guys really start early, don't you?

Gallo: Not always this early. I have to go to the store and make sure I have enough bacon for a dozen hungry firefighters.

Lacey: You kept up with your cooking, huh? You always had a knack for it.

Gallo: Well, I had a good teacher.

Lacey: You remember when I taught you how to make baked mac and cheese?

Gallo: Oh... And I dumped, what was it, two pounds of macaroni all over the stovetop?

Lacey: Oh, God. You turned beet red. It was so cute.

Gallo: Hey, um... I know you're worried about abusing your pain meds when you're discharged, but don't be... I want to be there to support you every step of the way.

Lacey: Oh, you've done plenty already. Don't get caught up in my mess.

Gallo: You can't do it alone, Lacey. So you're gonna stay with me. I already have everything set up for you.

Lacey: No, Blake, after everything, that's not fair... I can't be a burden to you.

Gallo: You're not a burden to me. You're family.

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Firehouse: briefing room

Herrmann: What the hell? Does he got a tracker on your car or something?

Boden: Probably followed me from my house. All I know is, it was no coincidence.

Kidd: That's creepy.

Herrmann: How did he find out that you were gunning for him? I mean, did DC Hill rat you out?

Kidd: No way.

Boden: I asked a few people about him when I was at HQ. I should have been more careful.

Ritter: Yeah, one thing I learned, Ramsey's still got connections in the CFD.

Kidd: How he knows doesn't really matter. The point is, he knows.

Boden: Yeah, but he's tipped his hand too. Now we know we're barking up the right tree.

Kidd: Yes.

Boden: But we still need proof. So what'd you find out about that company?

Ritter: I did some digging. Just public records, stuff like that. Loomis Industrial Supply is owned by a holding company called McGrath-Hewitt LLC. They own a bunch of companies, and they all seem to work under city contracts... Office supplies, printing services, auto parts for city vehicles.

Boden: So this is bigger than one contract. There could be a whole network of shady companies out there just cutting corners for him.

Ritter: And if we can link Ramsey to any of them, that connects him to all of them.

Kidd: What kind of a link are we looking for?

Ritter: I don't know. If he has a financial interest or... If they contributed to his campaign, that might be enough.

Boden: I'll get Kylie on that.

Herrmann: All right. Meantime, why don't we take a look at some of these places, see what we can find?

Boden: And what, just start knocking on doors asking questions?

Herrmann: Random inspections, you know, looking for fire code violations. Just pop in, peek behind the curtain, see what's what.

Kidd: Yeah, it's better than sitting on our hands waiting for Ramsey to come after us.

Herrmann: Yeah.

Boden: Okay. But keep a low profile.

Herrmann: Low profile's my middle name.

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Firehouse: common room

Brett: Okay, now put your card back in the deck. Okay, on the count of three, I want you to clap... One, two, three... And was this your card?

Carver: Oh, incredible.

Brett: Oh!

Mouch: Patience, persistence, performance.

Brett: Oh, my God. Are you kidding me? Was this really your card?

Carver: It's the right suit. I'm sorry. It's just you were giving it your all. I felt bad.

Kidd: 81, mount up. We're gonna go sniff around a few companies that might be affiliates of Ramsey's.

Carver: Hell yes.

Mouch: Rome wasn't built in a day, and Harry didn't become Houdini overnight.

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Bindery Services

Herrmann: Oh, boy, every one of these companies is even shabbier than the last one... Fire hazard, OSHA violation.

Ritter: I mean, they all look fly-by-night, like they only exist to service these contracts.

Darrell: Help you guys?

Herrmann: Yeah, CFD. Popping in for a quick inspection.

Darrell: Oh, man. Really?

Herrmann: Yeah. I can already see that you guys got some issues to address... Is the owner around?

Darrell: The owner is Mr. McGrath. He's not really the hands-on type. But his sister dropped by to do the books. You want to talk to her?

Herrmann: Yeah, thanks.

Darrell: Yo, Tanya!

Ritter: That'd be McGrath of McGrath-Hewitt LLC. "Not really the hands-on type."

Herrmann: Yeah. Hey, how great would it be if they were printing up Don Ramsey campaign flyers? Hey, how do I know her?

Ritter: That's the lady from the art studio. Herrmann, we gotta get out of here. That's Don Ramsey's mistress.

Herrmann: Copy that, Main. 51 on the way.

Tanya: Can I help you, gentlemen?

Herrmann: No, we just caught a house fire, ma'am. Sorry to bother you. You're off the hook.

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Firehouse: Boden's office

Kidd: You think she recognized you?

Ritter: The two of us together in our bunker gear? Pretty good chance.

Boden: So much for keeping a low profile.

Ritter: I know, Chief, but this is a lock. We now know for sure that Ramsey is in bed with the McGrath-Hewitt companies because he's literally in bed with McGrath's sister, Tanya.

Kidd: Okay, so how do we use this?

Boden: Look... If you are willing to go on record about the affair...

Ritter: I am.

Boden: Maybe we can use that to shore up the case against Ramsey. Go back to Director Valencia and DC Hill, and we see if we get 'em on board.

Kidd: What about a reporter? We give them the scoop, and we see if they run with it.

Boden: Good. Yes.

Kylie: Chief, sorry to interrupt, but Don Ramsey's office is on the line. He'd like to meet with you.

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Don Ramsey's office: entrance

Boden: Deputy District Chief Wallace Boden. Here to see Don Ramsey.

P.A.: Yes, Chief. Thank you for coming. Chief Boden is here, sir.

Don Ramsey: Chief, thanks so much for coming.

Boden: You got something to say to me, say it.

Don Ramsey: Chief, why don't you come inside?

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Don Ramsey's office

Don Ramsey: Folks, this is the man I've been telling you about. Deputy District Chief Wallace Boden of the CFD. We have him to thank for rooting out this corrupt enterprise that's been siphoning our tax dollars and putting our citizens and first responders at risk.

Boden: What the hell is this? You think I can be bought?

Don Ramsey: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ambush you like this. I know you don't do this for the accolades, but you deserve them nonetheless... Because of you, we're gonna review all current city contracts and clean up this sort of corruption. Because what happened to your firefighter is never gonna happen again on my watch. I promise you that.

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Don Ramsey's office: hallway

Don Ramsey: Boden.

Boden: I don't know what you think you're doing here...

Don Ramsey: I'm letting you be the hero, Boden. You want to blow this all up? Go ahead. Make a scene, file your complaints, try to take me down if you think you can. But if I were you, I'd take the win. We're gonna shut down all those companies, clean up the whole contract process. Isn't that what you wanted? To make the city safer?

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Hospital

Mouch: Okay, and now, the Astonishing Sylvie will perform "The Vanishing Milk Trick."

Brett: As you can see, I have a glass of milk. And now, I'm going to very carefully pour the milk into the newspaper... Hmm... And... Voilà... No milk... I'm dying up here.

Mouch: Patience, persistence, performance.

Brett: Oh... Pick a card, any card.

Mouch: In a faraway land, an evil magician named Gorsch used his magic powers to curse good-hearted magicians like The Astonishing Sylvie.

Brett: What are you doing? You're going rogue.

Mouch: But if the curse causes Sylvie to fail, fear not! Candy for everyone!

Brett: Okay... And is this your card? Really? I did it!

Mouch: Oh!

Brett: I did it. And you didn't think I could.

Mouch: A magician prepares for every contingency.

Kids: I want candy! Where's the candy?

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Chicago med

Gallo: Excuse me. Hey, um... Was the patient that was in here moved to another room?

Doris: Lacey Hoffman?

Gallo: Yeah.

Doris: She was discharged a few hours ago.

Gallo: Are you sure? I'm supposed to be picking her up.

Doris: Yeah, I have her discharge summary right here. I'm sorry.

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Molly's

Mouch: For her first trick of the evening, making a glass of bubbly disappear.

Brett: Is this an apology or a compliment?

Mouch: Both praise and a peace offering.

Brett: Hmm.

Mouch: Brett, that was a hell of a show you put on. Dylan's gonna be proud.

Brett: Unless I got him blacklisted.

Mouch: Well, here's to hoping you didn't. And, uh, drink slowly. This is the good stuff from the back.

Brett: Really? Does Herrmann...

Mouch: No.

Don Ramsey: When I ran for office, this was the exact type of waste and fraud that I promised to stamp out. And I keep my promises.

Herrmann: That is one punchable face.

Don Ramsey: We've already voided the contract for Loomis Industrial Supply and are moving to press charges against anyone responsible for improperly storing those chemicals. And that's just the beginning.

Boden: Turn it off.

Don Ramsey: My department is fo...

Boden: He should be in jail... Instead, he's doing a victory lap.

Ritter: Hey, Chief. You played this the only way you could. And we got what we were after.

Boden: So why do I have such a bad taste in my mouth?

DC Hill: I gotta be honest, Chief. I'm impressed with your restraint.

Boden: Deputy Commissioner.

DC Hill: I thought you might knock Ramsey on his ass and get yourself arrested.

Boden: Well, I guess I'm mellowing in my old age.

DC Hill: No, that's not it. You're just learning the politics of this job. Finally.

Boden: Is it supposed to feel this awful?

DC Hill: Every time.

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Gallo's apartment

T.V.: It's been a back and forth battle so far through the first, but Houston's managed to hold onto the lead. What does Philly have to do to get back in this game? Well, they need to start locking down their shots.

Gallo: I picked the worst time to dump all my beer.

Lacey: Blake. Oh, thank God. This is the third door I tried... I-I didn't want to come empty-handed, so I thought maybe we could make your mom's baked potato soup. So, you know, I just... Oh... Oh, God.